They wrapped him in a pretty package Glitz and glamour, golden words Written on the fronts of buildings In his mind, it's all absurd. They marched him out in front of cameras He claimed he didn't like it there Fluttered over onto Twitter All his grievances to air. News is dead, except for FOX, He typed in looming letters large. Put dissenters in a box Bound with lies, said he's in charge. Fighting words at all his rallies, Never gave an inch of grace. Lock her up and yes, we're coming MAGA fists up in your face. Republicans were first to falter. One by one the statesmen fell, Sacrificed on Donald's alter On the path to Trumpian hell. Lock her up, the MAGAts chanted, Led by their besmirking boss, Leading our first competent woman To a devastating loss. "Out with government!" Donald shouted, "You're the ones to lead this place." As he smiled inside with glee Knowing that he held the ace. "First I'm going to stop the Muslims" Chaos reigned throughout the land As students, moms and dad and doctors Could not return as they had planned. Next I'm going to bring your jobs back Donald said before the crowd, Pulling out a planted speaker All those lies were soon avowed. "You're my people," Donald shouted, "For you I won't claim a check!" MAGAts swooned and not one doubted, But Donald had done stacked the deck. His golf trips soon were high in number, Dragging along his secret staff, Playing US fiscal plumber His properties earned as Donald laughed. Not everyone was blind to cheating Stories ran about Donald's fraud But nothing stopped the sheep from bleating, "Donald has been sent by God." Prayers were lifted in his honor. Hands were placed upon his head. As slyly he evaded questions About which Bible verse he'd read. "You're my people! God has sent us!" Trump decreed with forked tongue. As he separated parents From their children, oh, so young. "These aren't people. They aren't like us." Peering through the chain link fence, Were small brown faces, wide eyes crying, Trumpist gain at their expense. Someone will check him, we all whispered, Hoping Congress would do their job. Despite impeaching, no removal. Congress now ruled by the MAGAt mob. Coronavirus now infects us, Spreading wide across the land Help was absent, supplies lacking, Just like Donald Trump had planned. For four long years our country's suffered Under Trump's despotic reign. Hopefully we've learned a lesson To never hire his like again. Democracy's a fragile system Meant to be shared by everyone, Voters at the ballot box, Not raving madmen with a gun. So enter science, education, Civics classes so in need. With a new administration Ramp it up with lightning speed. Restore faith within the system Build it back up brick by brick. Teach our children not to fall for Chicanery or glitzy tricks. Lest a people so deluded By the Piper's mesmerisms End up walking off the cliff, And taking the whole country with them.
I was just finishing up my blog post this morning when I saw the news. Trump supporters were massing in front of the Capitol Building. Oh, great, I thought. Here we go. I don’t like to see Trump protesters massing. They are openly angry. They yell. They carry guns. They drive big trucks waving big flags. Overcompensating? Sure. Meant to intimidate? You bet. I worried, because I follow politics. I know how incendiary Trump and his sycophants have been lately.
But we all have the right to protest.
Suddenly the news shifted. The “protesters” (can they be called that now?) had broken into the Capitol Building. I watched in horror, tears in my eyes, as Lisa Desjardins of PBS reported from her hunkered down position behind a barricade while Capitol Police tried to clear the area. I messaged my kids. Are you watching the news in DC? Text messages started popping off like fireflies. My kids, my friends, everyone was horrified.
I continued to watch Lisa Desjardins, who was reporting again as she was evacuated into the basement hallways with senators and representatives. Relief flooded through me when I realized they were safe. But how could this happen? How, in our nation’s capitol, were our public officials not more protected?
Back to the news. The questions began. “Will you still vote to oppose certification?” A senator or representative started blaming the Democrats, if they hadn’t opposed this president… if they hadn’t resisted… we wouldn’t be where we are today. Lots of whataboutism. Yes-buts. Yada-yada. Garnering irritated eyerolls on my part.) All the while, Judy Woodruff kept her calm demeanor, reiterating that the issue had already gone to court. That the states had already certified, There was no widespread voter fraud.
Over the course of the day the whataboutism died down. Trump’s responsibility in all of this ramped up. Someone somewhere in the basement must have found a backbone. As of 5 PST, they seemed nearly ready to throw him to the sharks. Well, it took long enough.
In all this, I have to say that I’m grateful to the Republicans who never stood by this terrible person, the Never Trumpers. I’m grateful to the people of the Lincoln Project. I’m grateful to any and all Republicans who saw Trump for who he was, who walked away, and who didn’t stay silent. I’m grateful to Mitt Romney, with whom I disagree with on just about everything it seems except the importance of honoring your integrity and your faith. I cringe to think what might have happened with any pushback.
Some things I heard and saw throughout the day are things I never thought I’d see in my country.
- People storming the Capitol, rushing the Capitol Police inside the building
- People in MAGA hats who had just broken in wandering blithely through the Capitol like they were tourists on a tour
- That “protesters” managed to get in the Capitol
- An American flag coming down and a Trump flag being raised in its place
- A traitorous confederate flag being waved in the halls of Congress
- Senators lying on the floor and hiding behind barricades because there were guns in the building
I hope this is a wake up call for people who have supported this madman. I hope that somehow they can extract him from the People’s House ASAP. I don’t think we’ll make it another 2 weeks.
Today has been a dark day. May tomorrow bring a new dawn.
(Bright spot – If we do make it to the 20th, Democrats control the Senate! Bye-bye Mitch! Thank you, Georgia voters!!!)
As spokes of a wagon wheel of old
They radiate out from the center,
Intentions played out in actions,
Cruel words spraying out in torrents of hatred
Until those who would seek to curtail the damage
Are flailed by ever loosening,
Wildly unstable shafts,
Radiating out from the center.
RIP brave souls who stood up for all that is right and human on the Max train in PDX last Friday. They came from divergent backgrounds, but a common humanity.
53-year-old Ricky John Best
23-year-old Taliesin Myrddin Namkai Meche.
We should also not forget the surviving hero, who also put his life on the line. Thank you for stepping up, Micah David-Cole Fletcher. (21)